I smile as I watch Brian and Justin dancing together. They're caressing each other and kissing and it seems as if they're the only two people in the room. I saw them when they first came in to Babylon, although Michael, Emmett and Ted were too deep in conversation to see. Brian wouldn't take his hands off of Justin, and Justin seemed to be unable to stop smiling. The two of them looked more in love than anyone I had ever seen.
They stared into each other's eyes, talking close as they waited for their drinks. They quickly downed their Jim Beam, and Brian put a tab of E on his tongue then kissed Justin, transferring the drugs into his mouth before taking his own tab, then they headed to the dance floor. I honestly don't think they need drugs to make them happy. They seem to just need each other.
What surprises me is the incredible tenderness with which Brian touches Justin. I've been with him before, and seen him with other tricks in the back room. His hands were always hard and rough and fast, a quick fuck to let out the fire within. And I've seen him use those hands to hit. But the soft, gentle caressing way that he holds Justin's hips, or brushes against his neck with his knuckles, it makes me smile.
They kiss long, intense, their love for each other palpable from across the dance floor. I don't think they even notice the people around them. They are staring into each other's eyes, smiling giddily, their foreheads pressed together.
I glance up at Michael, who is glaring in their direction. It makes me chuckle. I know he thinks that Justin will hurt Brian again, or that Justin is just a stupid kid, but I'm pretty sure those two are meant to be. I watch Brian kiss Justin's forehead gently, the fond, caring gesture seeming almost strange to me, except then I remember that this is Justin, and he's the love of Brian's life.
"Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" Emmett asks.
"Yes, you are seeing it." I nod, watching the pair dance together, all smiles and roaming hands. "The greatest reunification since Germany."
"What happened to the Fiddler?"
"He fell off the roof." Michael's voice is flat and annoyed, and I smile.
Emmett pulls me onto the dance floor, and we make our way closer to Brian and Justin. They don't even notice us, they're so wrapped up in each other. Emmett grins and bounces, clapping his hands and practically squealing.
We watch as Brian kisses Justin deeply, open-mouthed and possessive. I know he's claiming Justin, telling the entire club that the young man is his and no one else's. He grazes his teeth over Justin's ear and I think Emmett swoons. Justin looks at him adoringly for a long moment, then kisses Brian's chin and twines their fingers together. Emmett and I share an excited, knowing grin. Justin's smile is loving and content as Brian leads him to the back room.